Helpless is how I feel inside
my words fall into countless hollow places
how do I explain my heart as it collides and faces -
your smile which opens new doors
through your kind words I feel all the cures
now I don't know what to say.
Shall I try this...

The love from your heart spills into my sadness
your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness
it searches and finds -
my symphonic truth!
rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length
as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength.

Derived from the bottom of the earth's power -
is the true embrocher to eat so we can be forever
let's join to become ONE!
your smile still opens new doors
through your kind words I feel all the cures
now I know what to say!
Allow me to try this...

*The love from your heart spills into my sadness
your sweet smelling self evokes my happiness
it continues searching and finding
rising above any obstacle shaping the highest length -
as it developes into a wonderous fragrant strength!

yes you can mention how cold it is
Though you can't expressly show the cold.
literally breaching my innocence
To capture your heart.

we don't count memories of love
much as they greatly shine in our lives
only the wonders of how its started
reflects its stages in flow.

Time developes it and so does it fade with it
worse than a burial
laying ....the dangers of s waterfall
tameable on probability
In
a nightmare of a swim on land.

Branches break, the earthshakes
But not from earthquakes or big shifting plates
Its the mistake you made
That made your foundation break
That put ripples in this once calm lake
So... Now
See here, before you see there
Be heard if you cant actually be there
Now that your factually aware, you should see clear
That your still
miss, miss, missin' the point
Still tryin' to avoid coming to terms with your void
Your an adult now, no more toys
Make sure your words are properly deployed
So hate that developes can be destroyed
It was..
Inevitable...
We make decisions that we know are regretable
Were gonna have to eat whether or not the food's edible
But you can always break the mold and throw out the stencil
Just look at my ways of creating gold with the tip of my pencil

-J.A.M

Feather pen, traditional; it is a lovely piece. Jar of ink,
Spilled a drop in a cracked floorboard. It spreads fast, covers the room. Isolated,
Blackened and insane. Thirty four minutes pass, not a sound.
Mind is failing: who am I? Forget your own name, voices are whispering.
Did you know lovers can find each others lips in the complete dark?
Minds reach, feel me. No. This is not dark.

This is endless, too much and too little to look for.
Skill does not matter here.
I fell down the rabbit hole, but my name is not Alice. My name
Is Death. I am a shinigami, you see. And my purpose is to cause pain and worry.
People cry for me. This dark room is where my film developes.
Picture the void that souls fall into, tortures children stabbing, cutting out their own hearts.
Write about it, children. Carve it into your skin and I will take you away.

I am her for you in your darkest hour. And I am always watching.

Never spill your blood red ink again.

You told me how my Polaroid works,
How the chemicals press themselves
Across the film
And how the light developes the colors.

You told me how to fix the AC
In my old beat up cougar,
And how to ***** on the broken door
That fell from my entertainment center.

You even told me I could fix myself,
As if you ever knew a thing about living
With a drum in your bones so loud
It awakes you in a cold sweat
Just when you thought
Monsters didn't exist anymore.

But you couldn't tell me
Why you can't mend your heartstrings,
Why your skin is always calloused
And scraped and rough
(Like a man's, you said,
Like a real man's).

You couldn't tell me the first step
To the easy fix of mending
Everything you've broken.
All you could tell me was
"I don't feel pain.
I don't feel pain."

the dark room genus

of a flower developes....

within planes of

vases.

whose stems unearth

a shattering too fine

for the boundaries of

a photo.

so a dark room may be

the genus of another

flower--all together.

a compendium of

extinction.

blooming.